are your religious and political views the same as those of your parents?
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Pretty much -- I was raised a Unitarian Universalist and still am one. My parents also were both very liberal -- I went through a Libertarian phase and finally settled on democratic socialism or social democracy (I waver between the two), so I'm to their left. (My brother calls himself a "radical Libertarian" but has never been active in LP politics, or any politics.)
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No....parents are delusional hippies, I'm the asshole libertarian who promotes stupid killing itself off.
Dad found Christianity and went off the deep end, mom is pagan 'spiritual' goof ball..I ended up a skeptic atheist. Jesus this, mother earth that.... they drive me fucking nuts with that shit....
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Not the same, no.
Put that way, it's better by far to be a delusional hippie.
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More proof of what I said.
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Look I know your in favor of nerfing the world so retards don't get hurt but you are undoing eons of natural selection man.....That's not being very green now is it??
You really should watch the movie "Idiocracy" it's a great comedy about what happens when you cater to stupid.
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"Are your religious and political views the same as those of your parents?"
Good question.
No, I am an atheist religiously and politically. My parents are Christian Republicans. It bothers my parents sometimes but I usually just avoid those discussions. They are not devout, which makes things easier. My dad thinks church service is for taking a nap
Good question.
No, I am an atheist religiously and politically. My parents are Christian Republicans. It bothers my parents sometimes but I usually just avoid those discussions. They are not devout, which makes things easier. My dad thinks church service is for taking a nap
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Where did I say anything about IQ? There you go pulling random shit out of your ass.... I know people with smoking IQ's that couldn't find their way out of a wet paper bag. If they want to dry their hair in the bath tub, dance with snakes or drive without a seat belt ROCK ON!!!!!!!!
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No - my religious and political views are diametrically opposed to those of my parents.
They helped shape my views by having the ones they have.
They are religious in different ways - I am atheist/agnostic (if you must have a label, those are closest).
My political views are far more liberal and democratic than theirs.
They helped shape my views by having the ones they have.
They are religious in different ways - I am atheist/agnostic (if you must have a label, those are closest).
My political views are far more liberal and democratic than theirs.
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Politically, my entire family is on the same page . But that is because we are all very smart and have managed to figure out the right answer to everything 
As for religion, the short answer is:
Basically.
Long answer (because I feel chatty, and I find this genuinely interesting):
My mom is a once-upon-a-time Catholic who's since created her own mini-religion of all the bits of the other ones that she likes. She believes in some sort of combination of an afterlife, spiritual energies and what she calls "nature." She prays to God sometimes.
My dad is vocally atheistic and has never shied away from being blunt. I was two years old when he told me Santa wasn't real. Incredible man, amazing father, but not one for wasting time on illusions, really. My mom took us to church when we were younger for her parents' sake. We went to Sunday school until I was five or six. After that, it was church on holidays only, and only because eh, why not, and our friends invited us. I went to youth group in high school; it was a social thing. I accepted Jesus as my saviour once, but I really only did it for a boy I thought was cute. I used to pray, but more to ask for personal favours.
I don't think I ever really believed in god, but there were a lot of religious people where I grew up, and they were really nice, and had lots of church concerts, so, we were really just pseudo religious by association. About halfway through high school I made it official and went full-blown atheist.
I remember being angry with my dad when I was young for not believing in angels. They were just such a nice thought. How could you not believe in them, or even want to? I asked him if he thought we'd meet again after we died, if our souls would meet again, hoping desperately that he'd say yes. His response: (To be read in thick Australian accent) "There's no such thing as a soul; it's nothing but a permutation of chemicals and firing neurons. When you die, you rot." I was seven or eight. I was really sad and mad about that for a while, but then I got over it and now we email Pat Condell videos back and forth and laugh about them
As for religion, the short answer is:
Basically.
Long answer (because I feel chatty, and I find this genuinely interesting):
My mom is a once-upon-a-time Catholic who's since created her own mini-religion of all the bits of the other ones that she likes. She believes in some sort of combination of an afterlife, spiritual energies and what she calls "nature." She prays to God sometimes.
My dad is vocally atheistic and has never shied away from being blunt. I was two years old when he told me Santa wasn't real. Incredible man, amazing father, but not one for wasting time on illusions, really. My mom took us to church when we were younger for her parents' sake. We went to Sunday school until I was five or six. After that, it was church on holidays only, and only because eh, why not, and our friends invited us. I went to youth group in high school; it was a social thing. I accepted Jesus as my saviour once, but I really only did it for a boy I thought was cute. I used to pray, but more to ask for personal favours.
I don't think I ever really believed in god, but there were a lot of religious people where I grew up, and they were really nice, and had lots of church concerts, so, we were really just pseudo religious by association. About halfway through high school I made it official and went full-blown atheist.
I remember being angry with my dad when I was young for not believing in angels. They were just such a nice thought. How could you not believe in them, or even want to? I asked him if he thought we'd meet again after we died, if our souls would meet again, hoping desperately that he'd say yes. His response: (To be read in thick Australian accent) "There's no such thing as a soul; it's nothing but a permutation of chemicals and firing neurons. When you die, you rot." I was seven or eight. I was really sad and mad about that for a while, but then I got over it and now we email Pat Condell videos back and forth and laugh about them
That's what Idiocracy, which you brought up, is about.
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Politically, my entire family is on the same page . But that is because we are all very smart and have managed to figure out the right answer to everything
As for religion, the short answer is:
Basically.
Long answer (because I feel chatty, and I find this genuinely interesting):
My mom is a once-upon-a-time Catholic who's since created her own mini-religion of all the bits of the other ones that she likes. She believes in some sort of combination of an afterlife, spiritual energies and what she calls "nature." She prays to God sometimes.
My dad is vocally atheistic and has never shied away from being blunt. I was two years old when he told me Santa wasn't real. Incredible man, amazing father, but not one for wasting time on illusions, really. My mom took us to church when we were younger for her parents' sake. We went to Sunday school until I was five or six. After that, it was church on holidays only, and only because eh, why not, and our friends invited us. I went to youth group in high school; it was a social thing. I accepted Jesus as my saviour once, but I really only did it for a boy I thought was cute. I used to pray, but more to ask for personal favours.
I don't think I ever really believed in god, but there were a lot of religious people where I grew up, and they were really nice, and had lots of church concerts, so, we were really just pseudo religious by association. About halfway through high school I made it official and went full-blown atheist.
I remember being angry with my dad when I was young for not believing in angels. They were just such a nice thought. How could you not believe in them, or even want to? I asked him if he thought we'd meet again after we died, if our souls would meet again, hoping desperately that he'd say yes. His response: (To be read in thick Australian accent) "There's no such thing as a soul; it's nothing but a permutation of chemicals and firing neurons. When you die, you rot." I was seven or eight. I was really sad and mad about that for a while, but then I got over it and now we email Pat Condell videos back and forth and laugh about them
No to pull a pointless or anything, but:
No Illusions
There is no god
There is no fate
There is no love
There's only waste
Pretty soon I'll be dead
My whole life exploited
No illusions
There is no order
There is no state
There's only chaos
There's only hate
Life aint shit just senseless toil
Then you plunge into the void
No illusions
There is no god
There is no fate
There's only chaos
There's only hate
They'll fill my grave
With barren soil
I'll fill my head
With noise
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Fairly different, but not so much that we don't talk. We just avoid certain subjects most of the time, and agree to disagree the rest. My brother and sister are somewhat closer to my parents' beliefs, but still not exactly the same.
Fortunately for me, my folks aren't nearly as die-hard in their beliefs as some of the rest of the family. We were given plenty of space to think for ourselves.
Fortunately for me, my folks aren't nearly as die-hard in their beliefs as some of the rest of the family. We were given plenty of space to think for ourselves.
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i have no idea what my father thinks, feels of believes.
we never had a long enough conversation to find out.
my mother is, frankly, a bit of an idiot. she imagines herself a buddhist and close to enlightenment, though really she's an unstable & violent loony with a martyr complex who lives in total denial of all her faults, failings and blame.
i'm fairly open minded but i'm mostly atheist. i say mostly because it's hard to imagine things just stopping. a small piece of denial perhaps? i studied a little of several religions and the unifying feature seemed to be our need to believe we don't just... stop. i'm at one with this fault.
politically, she's a lefty in the sense that the damn system will always be abusing and trampling the poor. in private she will loudly declare our need to protest and rebel, but in public she will (and i mean this quite literally, physically) bow her head to anyone in authority. she'll bemoan people faking to get disability pay, but indignantly refuse to apply, outraged that they'd expect interviews and evidence and hoop jumping from her.
politically, i think we're fucked. there is no ideal solution because it is human nature to abuse the system, look after our own at the expense of others, scapegoat, hoard more than we need, grasp at knee jerk solutions and then blame the world for them not working. create a safety net for the vulnerable and some sly bastard will find a way to milk it. create a fair tax system and some rich cunt will find a way to avoid it. i quit voting because i refuse to give my support to what is always the best of a bad lot.
and that was the most i've written in... lots.
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I think you always have a point. Also, fuck yeah.
I had a hard time coming to terms with the just stopping thing, too. I didn't want to give up on something more. It would assuage my guilt at the inherent injustice of the world, and the idea of nothingness is incomprehensible and absurd-seeming. I think we reflexively push away from it. But after considering it, I don't know that there's any alternative I'd want. I don't think I want to be conscious for eternity, and so much of what I love about life is the people in it. Would I still get to be with them? What if they want something different? I mean, if it's some wonderful collective consciousness of eternal mind-blowing bliss, I probably wouldn't complain, but I'm more comfortable now with the finality of our time on earth. I think it makes it that much more valuable to live life to the fullest, to do good and to contribute to a more just and better world in the time you have.
Interesting about your mother and authority. I used to be incredibly intimidated by policemen, but it was just something I grew out of.
I'm similar to you politically, but maybe a bit more optimistic (though I'm sure I'll grow out of it!
). Do you think there is no solution, even at a societal level? Do you think that things used to be better and are getting collectively worse just because of, I don't know, entropy, or do you think we've always been equally hopeless and awful? We are a pretty sorry lot, eh? Haha, oh, humans.
